The brief confrontation with the Immortal Emperor was so grand that it alarmed all the Dark Clan cultivators on the Nineteenth Heaven.

Among them were hunters retreating from the Dark Continent, guards watching over the Rejuvenation Paddy Fields, and more of the Dark Clan’s lowest-tier members.

The cultivation world itself is hierarchically strict, and within such a vast entity as the Dark Clan, there are also internal hierarchical divisions.

The Nineteenth Heaven is considered a remote area, inhabited by tens of millions of the Dark Clan’s lowest-tier cultivators. They don’t care about the disputes between the Dark Clan and the inheritor of Ancient Chaos, nor do they concern themselves with the rumors about Eastern Heaven. Very few of these people look at Ning Fan with hatred in their eyes.

Only confusion.

"Mother, who is that big brother? He’s so handsome, and he can even fight evenly with our clan’s Immortal Emperor... I also want to be like him, unstoppable. I don’t want to be trapped on the Nineteenth Heaven like an ant for life."

A curious child pointed toward the sky, eyes shining brightly as he asked.

"My child, speak no nonsense! That person, that person is a bad man, you must not learn from him..."

"What is a bad man?"

"A bad man is... just a bad man..."

Ning Fan sped onward, the rain meant for Yunian covering the entire Nineteenth Heaven, with every blade of grass and tree, every cloud and patch of earth vividly appearing in his mind.

He had no interest in the hierarchical distinctions within the Dark Clan, nor did he care to slaughter those ordinary people who didn’t even know who he was.

The Nineteenth Heaven had more to plunder than just the Rejuvenation Paddy Fields; every plant and tree here was a rare treasure in Eastern Heaven.

Those seemingly inconspicuous peaks were actually excellent materials for refining Innate Treasures!

The calm lakebeds hid aquatic Immortal Treasures!

Those peculiar flowers and exotic herbs nestled among the mountains and rivers were all rare Spiritual Medicine!

With nine Immortal Emperors in pursuit, Ning Fan certainly couldn’t loot all the resources of the Nineteenth Heaven. He simply focused on moving toward the Eighteenth Heaven, snatching only the most precious items along the way!

Thus, wherever Ning Fan passed, Immortal Mountains were uprooted entirely, lakes and seas were drained of their Spiritual Liquid, and strange flowers and herbs lay strewn about, completely plucked clean.

The nine Immortal Emperors were filled with rage, wishing to stop Ning Fan’s plunder, yet they couldn’t catch up with him. They had covered only less than a third of the way to the Eighteenth Heaven, but Ning Fan had already burst into the Eighteenth Heaven!

Between the two heavens stood a Dark Gate guarded by a Quasi-Saint.

At this moment, that Quasi-Saint was comfortably basking in the moonlight and sipping Spiritual Tea, surrounded by several alluring attendants, as he lazily turned his eyes to Ning Fan appearing like some ancient god of slaughter.

"Who dares? So unruly! Do you not know that from morning to late afternoon, is this lord’s resting time? The Dark Gate will not be opened to grant passage to anyone! This lord only works at night! Seize him, and teach him the rules of the Nineteenth Heaven..."

The Eternal Immortal Venerable’s plump face was full of arrogance because his elder was an Immortal Emperor within the Dark Clan, allowing him to act with such overbearing arrogance.

But when he saw Ning Fan’s face clearly, all his words choked back instantly, and the Spiritual Tea he drank almost choked him to death.

Unlike those ordinary Dark Clan members who didn’t care about worldly matters, he recognized Ning Fan!

"It’s, it’s you! Why are you in our Great Dark Heaven? What do you intend to do? Don’t act rashly, because otherwise, I don’t mind casting you..."

"Annoying!"

Ning Fan frowned slightly, and his gaze, charged with an evil and bloody glow, swept across, making the Eternal Immortal Venerable feel as if ten thousand swords stabbed into his eyes. He groaned, spitting blood in astonishment.

Numerous guards were overwhelmed by Ning Fan’s imposing aura, foaming at the mouth and fainting to the ground.

What a terrifying evil aura, as he too was an Eternal Immortal Venerable. Even against the Immortal Emperor, he wouldn’t falter so shamefully, but before Ning Fan... he couldn’t even manage a simple stare-off!

Is this... the legendary inheritor of Ancient Chaos!!!

Lo and behold, after twenty-four days of battle in the Dark Continent, Ning Fan’s evil aura had escalated even higher. Unless he restrained it, even Eternal Immortal Venerables seasoned in bloody mist wouldn’t be able to withstand a simple stare-off with him!

Ning Fan had no intention of committing more massacres in the Great Dark Heaven and didn’t bother with the gatekeeper Immortal Venerable.

He didn’t need the gatekeeper Immortal Venerable to open the Dark Gate for him; its strength could block ordinary Immortal Venerable Immortal Kings, but it couldn’t stop him!

Even without activating the Cross Halo, Ning Fan could slightly borrow power from heaven and earth. With a sweep of his great hand, the mighty force of heaven and earth around him gathered crazily, becoming an endless source of Mana for Ning Fan.

Then, with an Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike, he punched out with world-shaking momentum!

Boom!

A tremendous noise resounded throughout the Nineteenth Heaven. Hearing this, all nine pursuing Immortal Emperors burst into angry curses.

They could not catch up with Ning Fan!

They were powerless to stop Ning Fan from plundering the Eighteenth Heaven!

When these nine Immortal Emperors finally reached the Eighteenth Heaven, Ning Fan had already ascended to the Sixteenth Heaven!

When the Nine Emperors chased to the Sixteenth Heaven, Ning Fan had already ascended to the Tenth Heaven!

Countless immortal treasures were plundered by Ning Fan along the way. Among them, the most valuable were: the Ancient King’s Dao Fruit Tree from the Seventeenth Heaven, which ripens once every five million years and yields twelve pieces of Immortal King Dao Fruit each time; the Ascendant Immortal Pool from the Fourteenth Heaven, which helps first-step cultivators to cleanse their bodies and increases their chances of becoming immortal by two percent; the Melting Refinement Furnace from the Twelfth Heaven, which is said to be able to melt any treasure into forging liquid, to craft treasures of any grade.

Each of these items is priceless and can lead a clan to prosperity.

No matter how much Ning Fan plundered, the Dark Ancestor did not stop him. Ning Fan was not foolish; he surely guessed why the Dark Ancestor didn’t stop him from raiding the Dark Clan.

Because the Dark Ancestor was confident!

No matter how many things Ning Fan plundered, as long as he ultimately lost to the Descendant of the Dark Ancestor and died here, what he took could be reclaimed all at once!

Above the Tenth Heaven, there was an ancient puppet guarding the entrance to the realm, exuding a powerful aura of a Quasi-Emperor.

This puppet was strong, yet it was only able to withstand more than two hundred consecutive strikes from Ning Fan’s Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike before being killed!

The guardian of the Eighth Heaven was a giant python at the Dragon Transformation stage. If it succeeded in transforming, it could become another Great Emperor of the Dark Clan... Ultimately, it was defeated by Ning Fan’s six hundred and seventy-first punch, and its snake eyes watched Ning Fan break into the Seventh Heaven without daring to stop him!

The guardian of the Fourth Heaven was a Sixth Calamity Immortal Emperor who did not participate in the hunt on the Dark Continent, having the duty to guard the land.

When Ning Fan arrived, with just the Cross Halo, he restrained this emperor, who paled in horror and directly used a secret technique to abandon his physical body, fleeing with his Spirit...

The guardian of the Third Heaven was also a Sixth Calamity Immortal Emperor. Upon seeing Ning Fan arrive, his expression changed drastically, and he fled without a fight...

The immortal treasures plundered by Ning Fan became increasingly numerous. He paid slight attention to those including: the Boundary-Stabilizing Mount Tai from the Tenth Heaven, an Innate Lower Grade treasure capable of sweeping away those of the same level; the Primordial Python Skin from the Eighth Heaven, able to resolve all absolute poison and could be consumed to cultivate poison techniques; and the Dark Illuminating King Diagram from the Third Heaven, which unexpectedly was an ancient map that recorded real realm divine skills.

The richest harvest was from the Second Heaven!

The First Heaven was where the Dark Ancestor was, while the Second Heaven was the storehouse of the entire Dark Clan!

All the cultivation techniques and books of the Dark Clan, all the expensive pills and treasures were stored here!

Of course, the items placed here were definitely overlooked by the Dark Ancestor himself, and might not even be necessities for an Immortal Emperor’s cultivation.

However, to Ning Fan, the treasures in the treasury were invaluable and met his needs perfectly!

There were unexpectedly fifty thousand completed Immeasurable Pills, completely enough for him to break through to the Eternal Immortal Venerable Realm in his cultivation of the Three Lines of Spirit, Demon, and Yin Yang Transformation!

Within the materials for the Immeasurable Pill, the rarest Eight Hundred Million Years Yin Chen Wood, the Dark Clan had accumulated several thousand catties of it!

Ning Fan almost wanted to laugh aloud!

It truly was delightful!

If he hadn’t attacked the Dark Clan, how much of the Immortal Emperor’s power would he have needed to plunder to gather enough Immeasurable Pills to break through to the Eternal Immortal Venerable Realm? Five hundred Immeasurable Pills could create an Eternal Immortal Venerable, but fifty thousand of them, enough to create one hundred Immortal Venerables!

Indeed, only the Dark Clan, a giant like this, would accumulate such a quantity of Immeasurable Pills as strategic resources!

What a pity...

These Immeasurable Pills, from this moment on, all belong to Ning!

Ning Fan emptied the Second Heaven, and countless Dark Clan cultivators were so infuriated that they cursed aloud, but ultimately no one dared to stop him.

Ning Fan flew all the way to the entrance of the realm gate leading to the First Heaven, the entrance was guarded by a commander who had already withdrawn to the First Heaven, where five elderly figures with boundless auras stood.

These five elders all carried an air of complete success, each with fortunes surrounding them, and eight-colored brilliance soaring to the sky.

Astoundingly, all were Quasi-Saints, each glaring at Ning Fan with anger and murderous intent, among them including the Quasi-Saint An Tiandou, whom Ning Fan had seen before!

Yet, they could not act because the Dark Ancestor forbade it!

They could not comprehend the Dark Ancestor’s obsession with defeating the Ancient Chaos once and for all, they only knew that if they recklessly acted against Ning Fan, the Dark Ancestor would definitely kill them in anger, and even the status of Quasi-Saint would not save them!

The Dark Ancestor... was just such a cold and unfeeling existence!

Five Quasi-Saints’ gazes swept over him like the heavens, as powerful as Ning Fan was, he was almost unable to stand under the mighty gaze of the Five Saints, nearly falling from the firmament.

He grit his teeth, showing a rebellious look, stepping out on golden flames step by step, managing to use the Momentum Character Secret to dispel the pressure of the Five Saints, causing their faces to become even darker.

But then there was a laugh, originating from behind the Five Saints, evidently quite satisfied with Ning Fan’s dispelling of the Five Saints’ pressure.

It was a youth with dog ears, arrogantly stepping out from behind the Five Saints, each of his steps causing a response from the Dark Path Law between heaven and earth!

Dark Control Position!

This was a Five Tribulations Immortal King, who was already an expert in the Dark Control Position’s power. His battle strength directly approached that of the Nine Tribulation Great Emperor, and not just any ordinary emperor, but the kind that held a Control Position Great Emperor!

"You are the inheritor of Ancient Chaos, correct? I finally get to meet you. You are impressive. By the way, your name is Ning something?"

Ning Fan furrowed his brow.

You are impressive.

This is the kind of compliment only a superior gives to a subordinate...

What’s your name?

Despite his grand disturbance within the Dark Clan, they didn’t even remember his name...

Such contempt! Such disdain!

This person, must be the descendant of the Dark Ancestor...

The awaited battle has finally arrived!

Countless Dark Clan cultivators from the Second Heavenly Layer fix their eyes on the impending battle!

More and more Dark Clan cultivators gather here, their war cries thunderous!

"We implore the Five Saints to strike and slay the inheritor of Ancient Chaos!"

"We implore the Divine to strike and slay the inheritor of Ancient Chaos!"

"The glory of the Dark Clan, cannot be desecrated!"

"Offend our Dark Clan, and face pursuit across the worlds!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The young Immortal King suddenly frowned, his gaze flashing with murderous intent, and in a blur, he disappeared.

In a moment, he returned to the original spot, and in his hand... appeared hundreds of spirits, strung together by the line of the Darkness Law!

In that instant, hundreds of Dark Clan True Immortals were slain by the young Immortal King!

After seizing and then devouring the spirits, the youth savored them one by one, enjoying the feast.

For an instant, the surrounding Dark Clan cultivators fell silent, fearful to make loud cries.

This person was eating the spirits of his companions?

Ning Fan frowned deeper.

In matters of cannibalism, he had done much in his life, but never against his own companions, only against enemies with ruthless cruelty.

The youth in front of him had no such scruples, his gaze upon the surrounding Dark Clan cultivators was like looking at food!

How cold-hearted, how numb, seeing them as pigs and dogs! This indifference, yet somehow brought Ning Fan a bizarre sense of familiarity, as if there was something within this youth that was akin to him...

"Divine, please don’t let mere gluttony lead to the indiscriminate slaughter of clansmen!" All five of the Dark Saints were displeased but did not dare loudly reprimand the young Immortal King, they merely advised.

The young Immortal King didn’t even acknowledge the Five Saints, just licked the blood off his lips and said indifferently,

"Alright, I’m full. Don’t interfere; this junior, I will kill!"

Though he appeared youthful, his bone age had already reached several million years, calling Ning Fan a junior wasn’t excessive. He might not be the elder among peers, but Ning Fan was exceedingly young for his rank.

With each step, the youth walked upon void; his feet left ripples of the path of darkness, resonating through heaven and earth.

Ning Fan felt unprecedented pressure emanating from this youth, a kind no Shenhao Twin Emperors could impart.

Encountering this youth, Ning Fan felt the same oppression as he first did when facing the Seventh Generation Slaughter Emperor, wondering if this youth’s combat power equaled the Seventh Generation Slaughter Emperor?

Can he win this battle?

Ning Fan didn’t know if he could win; he only knew that he wouldn’t flee from this battle, nor would he retreat!

"My name is Hei Sheng, you are so weak..."

The youth named Hei Sheng, although clearly stepping closer to Ning Fan, his voice suddenly originated from behind Ning Fan.

Not even giving Ning Fan a moment to turn, the youth’s claw pierced Ning Fan’s back, blood flowed profusely as he clawed out Ning Fan’s spirit.

Then, with a grasp, he crushed Ning Fan’s spirit, blood splattering!

It turned out the real Hei Sheng had unknowingly infiltrated behind Ning Fan!

The Hei Sheng who stepped across the sky dissolved into illusion, gradually disappearing.

It was merely an illusory art!

The Darkness Law was inherently suited for illusions, and as Hei Sheng was the Occupant of the Dark Authority, performing illusions silently was unsurprising.

Hei Sheng, having defeated Ning Fan in one strike, felt very disappointed, but that disappointment only lasted a moment before turning to anger.

However, Ning Fan somehow survived, and in return, stealthily perched behind him; the Reverse Sea Sword penetrated his back, piercing his Dantian while he was careless!

Master of illusions, how was he outwitted by Ning Fan’s illusory arts?

This inheritor of Ancient Chaos’s proficiency in illusions, could it surpass even the likes of the Occupant of the Dark Authority!

Boom!

The Hei Sheng, pierced by the Reverse Sea Sword, began to dissolve into illusory light and vanish.

In the distance, the unharmed Hei Sheng withdrew the illusory light, revealing his figure with a cold expression.

"I remember, your name is Ning Fan, right! You have qualified to duel with me!"

It wasn’t that he didn’t know Ning Fan’s name!

He simply looked down upon mentioning Ning Fan’s name, but now, having his illusion broken by Ning Fan, he finally acknowledged Ning Fan and truly recognized his qualification for a duel.

"As the Descendant of the Dark Ancestor, I invite you to a duel. If you lose, you die; if you win, I, Hei Sheng, permit you to take everything from the Dark Clan, including... my life! Do you dare to enter my Palatial Void and duel to the death?"

After speaking, Hei Sheng raised his hand and tore open a crack in the sky, stepping into it.

Darkness surged from the crack, engulfing the surrounding world in shadow!

"Why wouldn’t I dare!"

Ning Fan’s gaze was calm as he flickered into the crack. Upon entering, a Dark Giant Dragon charged at him with an Immortal Venerable’s cultivation level.

Ning Fan flipped his hand, striking with the Reverse Sea Sword to slay the Dark Giant Dragon. But as the dragon died, its remains split into two, then four, and soon a mass of hundreds of Immortal Venerable dragons roared towards him!

They seemed to multiply the more they were killed...

Judging from Ning Fan’s expression, it seemed as if he was overwhelmed by the momentum of the dragon horde. From the beginning, he planned to go all out, opening the Cross Halo and preparing to use the Water-Flooding Realm Bottle to annihilate the dragon horde. However, just as the Water-Flooding Bottle lifted into the air, it was frozen by a light black finger and couldn’t be activated, then forcibly snatched by Hei Sheng.

"With your current cultivation, using treasure before me is akin to showing off your meager skills. I also know the Heaven Sealing Finger, and my comprehension of the Ancestral Emperor from the Eastern Heaven’s legacy is far more complete than yours! From now, this bottle belongs to me!"

Hei Sheng had witnessed the power of the Water-Flooding Realm Bottle firsthand. Even he, with his high standards, was greatly tempted by it.

Ning Fan’s cultivation was too low, rendering the Water-Flooding Bottle unable to restore its former glory in Ning Fan’s hands. But Hei Sheng was different. If he used the bottle, at least nine out of eleven Dark Clan Immortal Emperors would die, even if he couldn’t summon the Endless Sea to enhance its power like Ning Fan!

"Without the Water-Flooding Bottle, this kid is insignificant. Dark Dragon Breath, kill him!"

Hei Sheng commanded again, and thousands of furious dragons began to spew breath. The breath was both toxic and furious, converging to form a sea of fire mixed with red and green, which engulfed Ning Fan in an instant.

Hei Sheng yawned, finding it boring as Ning Fan didn’t flee from the dragon breath attack. Thousands of breaths combined would force even an Immortal Emperor to dodge; Ning Fan was directly hit, likely dying without a trace.

Boring, truly boring. He hadn’t warmed up and the opponent was already dead; indeed, a weakling...

While disappointed, Hei Sheng suddenly grunted, inexplicably spitting out a mouthful of poisonous blood.

His expression turned surprised, then darkened. He glared at the Water-Flooding Bottle in his hand, seeing it covered with ink marks like tiny tadpoles swimming on its surface. Though seemingly blue flowers, they weren’t!

The ink marks contained immense poison power, secretly placed on the Water-Flooding Bottle by Ning Fan to ambush Hei Sheng during the snatching. Ning Fan’s poisonous technique successfully attacked Hei Sheng...

This poison was overwhelming, based on Ning Fan’s cultivation as the Three Wasteland Poison Immortal!

Hei Sheng only held the Water-Flooding Bottle for a few breaths before his right hand turned purple-black, poisoned...

Though Hei Sheng’s mana was boundless, and physical defense strong, he couldn’t completely suppress the poison within, ultimately... he was wounded by Ning Fan!

His right hand slightly numbed due to the toxin, allowing the Water-Flooding Bottle to escape his grasp, transforming into a streak of light, fleeing.

Then, the Water-Flooding Bottle flew back to the center of the burning dragon breath, where Ning Fan was, returning to its owner!

"The Beast Fang Dagger from that day carried the same aura as you, it was taken by you, wasn’t it? You cut my palm, and I poisoned yours; it’s reciprocation!"

Recovering the Water-Flooding Bottle, Ning Fan swallowed the raging, toxic dragon breath, as if consuming mere air instead of fire and poison.

With a shout of ’Release,’ thousands of Immortal Venerable dragons disappeared into illusory light...

From the start, he had the ability to shatter the dragon illusion; he merely pretended otherwise to set a trap for Hei Sheng to poison him.

But unexpectedly, Hei Sheng mastered the Heaven Sealing Art... this meant the Cross Halo’s sealing effect would hardly work against Hei Sheng...

...

Outside, five Dark Saints sensed something, all slightly surprised.

The five knew how difficult it was to break Hei Sheng’s illusions when within the Palatial Void. The Thousand Dragon Illusion was also the strongest in the Dark Clan’s illusionary scrolls, yet Ning Fan broke it easily, even outsmarting Hei Sheng...

This was something they, a group of Quasi-Saints, found hard to achieve.

This battle might not end as quickly as they imagined...

"Hehe, even if this inheritor of Ancient Chaos is impervious to illusions, so what? Hei Sheng’s true forte is not illusions but body techniques! With his all-penetrating divine power, combined with body techniques, he’s virtually unrivaled! Even us Quasi-Saints are hesitant to face Hei Sheng using body techniques!"

"There’s only one reason Hei Sheng hasn’t used his body techniques yet... The inheritor of Ancient Chaos hasn’t forced out his true power!"

"With illusions ineffective, Hei Sheng is likely to employ spells now. He’s mastered three of the Ancestor’s four divine skills. The inheritor of Ancient Chaos is in danger; I wonder how many breaths he can last..."